Chapter 15

He became agitated. He felt like kicking himself. Why couldn’t he have gone to the psychic by himself and bypassed all this discomfort? And the pain that would surely follow when Calvin suggested they stopped seeing each other. He let out a long exhalation.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” asked Calvin.

He shook his head. “Nothing. Can we just go home? I think I need to have an early night.”

“But the sun’s only just beginning to set.”

Paul stood. “We can watch it another day.” He stooped to pick up the ball of wadded fish-and-chip paper.

He heard a “hmpf” from Calvin, but didn’t respond. He had a sinking feeling he’d already said too much. He was angry and disappointed, but only with himself. Without another word, he started walking towards the water, leaving Calvin to chase after him.

“Paul,” called Calvin. “Why are you upset? What have I done? What did I say?” He caught up to Paul and grabbed his arm. “Paul, talk to me.”